"Yue'e, I'm really not angry, it's just that these two people with a mysterious background started talking nonsense as soon as they entered the room..."
In the main hall, Shen Ruoshi, with the appearance of a wealthy old man, was wiping the cold sweat off his forehead while desperately defending himself, like a death row prisoner pleading his case.
On the other side, "Shen Yue'e" remained unmoved by this defense: "So, just because of two mysterious people, you lost your temper and ignored the doctor's advice?"
Shen Ruoshi smiled apologetically: "Oh, I didn't ignore it, look at me, I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I?"
"Shen Yue'e" stepped forward two steps, reaching out to grab Shen Ruoshi's wrist: "I don't believe you, I want to check your pulse, you're definitely still angry, your heart must be pounding wildly."
